RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
At first it doesn't even seem as though anything is happening, and Ronin stands with his hands clasped and his head bowed, until the hazy nature of the morning becomes somewhat obvious. Blue eyes blink as if in a dream, and he gazes around to see prey chasing predators, and deer close enough to touch. And touch them he does, fingers reaching out to brush against soft muzzles, until the God of Death speaks and he twitches enough to send one clumsily trotting back.
"Oh--" he says, swallowing hard as he beholds the young man who could not possibly be Ludo, purely by virture of making things feel calm and right. And, you know, holding out the tea. "Good morning. I... Yes, yes of course. Thank you." He accepts the cup, bumps and splodges of colour and all, and smiles down into the tea. "Is this real?" he asks softly.
"Oh--" he says, swallowing hard as he beholds the young man who could not possibly be Ludo, purely by virture of making things feel calm and right. And, you know, holding out the tea. "Good morning. I... Yes, yes of course. Thank you." He accepts the cup, bumps and splodges of colour and all, and smiles down into the tea. "Is this real?" he asks softly.
show me your darkness.
